7.13.2009

Chronicles 3:11/ A Case of Monday the 13th's

Here's another dispatch in the long continuing saga from the highly acclaimed series regarding my adventures riding the bus to work via King County Metro.
July, Monday the 13th, 2009.

Another Monday. Let me begin by stating the obvious; THEY SUCK!



Today is no exception. After a long stint of warm sunny weather, today brings gray clouds with spotty rain and a seriously shitty attitude compounded by a ride aboard route 311, one of many petri dishes of human behavior, if not infectious diseases. I am just recovering from another bout with a cold/flu of some sort, probably swine flu or something. Knowing the bus service, it could be a flesh eating MRSA virus, specifically feeding on the brains. Most riders appear to be immune, me on the other hand, have succumbed to the evil that lurks there.


This lovely morning brought a visit from an old acquaintance; "The Line Nazi". After being AWOL for quite some time, she was there again today first in line holding her umbrella to keep the make up from running (or her melting her into the sidewalk). What a sight. I thought maybe I was seeing things, but no doubt; it's HER. That would explain the lousy gray/wet weather. Wondering whether I should play some more bus line bingo with her as I saunter by and take my place in line. Owing to the fact that I'm not up to arguing over where I'm standing today I choose to remain silent. Notably however, is that there are no other buses coming/going when I catch the 6:15. When I rode the later bus, the one I think she usually takes when not on her broom, about 4 different buses came and went while waiting for the 311. Now I can at least justify waiting in the line of early morning zombies because I am not in anyone's way.



I join the line. She's chatting/clucking with the lady between us. I hastily fumbled with my mp3 player while holding my umbrella, struggling to untangle the headphones before she starts yapping. Still holding a tangle with one hand, I notice she steps forward towards the curb and kicks at a small round silver object on the ground. It slid a little on the wet cement and she exclaimed; "It's a nickel! I thought it would be idiot kids, ya know, sticking these to the ground so I would look stupid trying to pick it up!" Eagerly she picked it up and put it in her purse.


"Idiotic" kids?

An immediate, rather obvious thought strikes me;

"You don't need to kick a nickle to look stupid"



Then the less obvious;

"I wonder if she'd go for a quarter if I tossed it into the street?"

2 comments:

  1. lololol!!!!!!!! "I wonder if she would go for a quater if I tosted it in the street"


    adelle

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  2. It just might be worth TWO quarters!


    Ya know, she might have been riding around in the back of a pickup last weekend.....


    8^D

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